Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.